Elan

by ~gonzodave
It was a killing blow,
Red rain streamed
on ice hard snow.

Water and blood join:

yield to deep pink.

Steaming vapor cradles, drains

desire to gain the sky.

The mate spirals nearby.

Freedom leaves its hot stain

to page winter's white pain.

Anxious calls fall silent.

It seemed never so alive,

Just before it died;

When the wild goose blood flowed.

Elan © 2009 ~gonzodave. all rights reserved.

Photo: birdsource.org (Susan Wenzel)